Her

Her eyes are deep rivers
that never run dry.
Her smile a mirage
in the desert so dry.

Come hither and feast,
in a land so sweet.
She will feed you child
She will feed you child.

Her hands are towers
of cement and brick.
Her tongue unbridled,
wet, heavy and slick.

Come hither and feast,
in a land so sweet.
She will feed you child
she will feed you child.

Her legs are roads,
that lead to demise
Her petite physique,
and thick satin thighs.

Come hither and feast,
in a land so sweet.
She will feed you child
she will feed you child.

Placid wide smile, an
undeniable high
soft kisses
sweet lust,
You better not trust

Her.